Oh, she was so beautiful. The prettiest face ever to even look at me, let alone tend to my cock like that, a sight that seemed so obscene - my flesh all swollen and shiny, disappearing inside her full lips.
I was beginning to wonder if she meant me to finish in her mouth, and was even starting to fear making a wrong decision on this issue, when she stopped, withdrew my cock and now pulled herself up on the desk, leaning forward to draw my head to hers in an exquisite kiss. Her hand slipped around the side of my neck as we sucked and nibbled on each other's lips, tongues dancing and tickling and fluttering.
"You know that I love you, don't you, Jones?" she said, as though the celebration and apparent break from the rules allowed anything to be said now, even something as risky as the L-word.
Oh. My. God.
"Yes Ma'am," I said, trying so hard to be calm while heavenly choirs were singing inside me, cannons were firing in the distance, and every cell in my body was filling with burning, joyous energy.
She loved me.
"Even though we might have started off on the wrong foot, you are mine now," she said, with that oh-so-pretty smile, "and I do so love having you."
So this was what it felt like. God, I wished I'd known earlier in life - perhaps I wouldn't have wasted so much time bouncing from floozy to floozy. I should have been scouring one of Paul's online dating websites to search for The One. Except that right now, I knew who The One was, and she wasn't on any dating website.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," I said now, caressing her cheek as I gazed into her deep, dark brown eyes, making the most of this celebratory hiatus to risk breaking our Question Rule. "I love you more than life itself."
I saw a gently pink flush appear in her cheeks, and her smile stretched so wide as she took in what I'd said.
Then she whispered: "Show me."
She leaned back on the desk, twisting her legs under her so that her thighs could open up before me, presenting the beautiful little flower that lay between.
I knelt on the floor and kissed her glistening pussy lips, my tongue slipping out to tickle her there, tasting her now familiar but strongly addictive savory flavor as she lay back against the desk.
Her breathing became increasingly labored as I nibbled and sucked on her tender folds, delving my tongue inside her. I reached around one of her thighs to massage the flesh around her clit, my hand moving over her mound to access her little button from a different angle.
I looked up to see her hands clasping her breasts, coaxing her flesh and squeezing her impossibly hard nipples as though it was helping her continued fight for oxygen.
Oh how sexy were the little noises she made, the quiet gasping for breath, the soft sighs and moans, the purrs as I enveloped her sensitive flower and her little pink bud in the heat of my mouth. How I loved to lap up her juices. Yet it all seemed to end too soon - I wanted more, but the little shimmy of her divine body told me in no uncertain terms I'd given her a speedy climax. I was getting too good at this - I was too familiar with the ways to push her over the edge. I needed to learn how to prolong things, to keep her happy while I satisfied my own inner selfishness.
I actually felt disappointment as Zoey pushed herself up from the desk, her flush spreading over her face and chest, further confirmation that she'd come, albeit via a fairly mild climax.
But she stayed there, propping her weight on her elbows again, and now one hand stroked my cheek before running through my hair.
"Do you enjoy that, Jones?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"If I wasn't ordering you to do it, would you want to? Eat me, I mean?"
"As often as you'd let me," I said, now rubbing my whole face over her soaking pussy as if to prove my point, grinning like a devil as I coated my cheeks and my chin and even my forehead in her slick wetness.
I added: "When I'm not with you, I dream about this."
She smiled warmly, and said: "I have a present for you, Jones. Have a quick look in my top drawer."
I drew a last sweep of my tongue all the way along her slippery pussy lips, and then reached around and underneath her to edge open the drawer to which she referred.
Now it was my turn to gasp, as I saw a small box of condoms sitting on top of a stack of papers.
"It's time to consummate our relationship, Jones," she said, flickering flames in her eyes.
I stood now, placing my hard cock over her pussy so it rested in her groove while I withdrew a single latex sheath from its packaging. I could feel my heart hammering against my sternum, my whole body full of electricity at the prospect of full union with this exquisite creature lying before me.
I rolled the clear plastic over my rigid flesh, and looked up to find Zoey waiting eagerly for me to finally get on the scoresheet with her.
"Fuck me, Jones," she said in a husky half-whisper. "Fuck me, now."
I stroked the tip of my sheathed cock around her outer pussy lips and over her clit, brushing it over her little triangle of hair before circling it around her pink opening to tease out her moisture. Then I was running it along her slick vale, from base to clit.
And my tip slipped gently inside her, drawing out a deep moan as I entered her for the first time.
I couldn't help but moan myself at the extraordinary feelings swamping my system as my own cock moved inside her most personal space, filling her tightness, crushed by her intense heat, its passage eased by her plentiful lubrication.
Now grabbing her thighs, I edged forward to fill her with my length, my hardness fully immersed in her tight pussy.
"Jones…" she gasped, breathless, as though my penetration had expelled all the air from her chest.
I paused to take in the extraordinary sight of my full length buried in this perfect example of femininity.
She looked up at me with wide eyes, the kind of blissful adoration in her pretty face that made any amount of suffering I'd needed to get here completely bearable and worthwhile.
Zoey opened her mouth and let out a long soprano groan as I began to move inside her, my hands now reaching forward to sweep over her breasts and graze over those violently hard nipples of hers.
Then she was looking down at me, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling with each gasping breath, her eyes and mouth open as she gazed at me, as though shocked at how incredible it felt to have my cock filling her after all this time, pressing against every part of her pussy as she squeezed around me.
"Oh that feels amazing… I should never have held out so long…"
Her breathing was labored as I moved within her. I was able to pace myself, occasionally withdrawing to calm things down, nudging my slippery cock against her clit, before circling her pussy lips again and slipping back inside.
She pushed herself up on her elbows again to watch me penetrating her, and looked up into my gaze, hitting me once more with just how pretty she was, how stunning were her dark brown eyes. Then she was pushing herself up completely, and I had to take a step back, wondering if this was it, if she was going to deny me an orgasm again, as she had before so many times.
But hopping down onto the floor, she said: "Come inside me, Jones. Do it."
And then she turned to bend over the desk, lifting one knee over its corner, allowing me to re-enter her delightfully tight pussy from behind, my hands on her hip and lower back as I thrust into her again.
As I entered her, she was panting for air, groans turning to cries, my pace steadily increasing. Her knee slipped off the desk again, so that she was now lined up straight in front of me, making it really easy to just pound into her, my body slapping her rear at each collision.
She was shaking underneath me, yelling at the top of her voice, and safely sheathed inside her, my rock hard cock pulsed and then erupted, a powerful orgasm washing over me from the tight confines of her pussy through my cock and up over the the rest of my body, pushing the air out of my chest in a long, low groan.
It had to be one of the most powerful clima
xes I had ever experienced. But as I halted, my cock still firmly lodged inside her as the feelings rippled through both of us, suddenly I was surprised by the sound of clapping.
Both Zoey and myself gasped as we looked round to find an attractive middle-aged blonde woman seated comfortably on the couch just inside the door of the office. She'd seen our climax, and God knew how much more.
"Bravo!" she declared, continuing her lonely slow applause.
It was none other than our chief executive officer.
Chapter Nineteen
There wasn't any point in grabbing for our clothes or attempting any kind of denial or excuses or anything like that. Ms Jenkinson had clearly been watching for some time, though we'd both been too wrapped up in ourselves to notice her slip into the room through a locked door.
"I came down here to congratulate you personally, Zoey," she was speaking very calmly and without the slightest hint of anger. "but I see I've been beaten to the punch."
I withdrew from the pretty brunette now, and both of us stood, Zoey folding her arms in front of her chest as though attempting to regain some kind of dignity, though doing nothing to hide the rest of her body from the head of the company. I quietly slipped off my condom, then had no other option but to hide it behind my back, remaining brutally exposed to the head of the company.
Almost ignoring my presence, Ms Jenkinson said to Zoey: "When I taught you how to apply the principles of strong female leadership to your department, while also coping with your personal problems, I never expected you to combine the two issues."
In a clearly ironic manner, our CEO made herself seem impressed at Zoey's strategy.
"It seems a most efficient approach," the blonde woman said.
"You'll have my resignation letter within the hour," Zoey said coolly.
I felt ice-cold horror flooding my system - strangely not at the prospect of losing my job, but more at the possibility that I'd lose Zoey as my head of department.
Ms Jenkinson stood, her whole bearing a vision of strength that I could fully understand being behind Zoey's new approach to leadership. Seeing her considering us, like some kind of employment judge, I felt a strange shudder of something not akin to arousal. Was I insane? I guess Zoey had really turned me on to strong women.
After what seemed like an age, the chief executive said: "I want to see both of you in my office - tomorrow morning, first thing."
"Of course, Ms Jenkinson," Zoey said. I piped up with a "yes, Ma'am", but the glance from our CEO, taking in my ridiculous nudity including the softening form of my cock, made me feel completely inconsequential.
"Good. Until then."
And just like that, she was gone.
*
We dressed in silence, though I could tell Zoey's brain was working on how to manage this situation in which we found ourselves. I was mentally clinging to our chief executive's negative reply to the offer of her resignation as I finally managed to find some tissues to wrap my used condom.
Finishing up before me, Zoey took a seat in her office chair and just watched me for a moment or two buttoning up my shirt.
She sighed. "I suppose it was always a risky strategy," she said.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"It was my responsibility. I'll see if I can bargain with her - maybe you'll be able to keep your job."
"I'll find something else, I'm sure," I offered her a smile that attempted to be reassuring.
She did seem a little frightened, though she was doing her utmost to conceal it. That, more than anything, made me feel terrible. Her own actions had threatened her job and her career, and I could see it taking a heavy toll on her. I felt sorrow that I had a hand in her undoing, though a big part of me was wondering how I could possibly have done anything different.
Even if it got me the sack, everything that had happened between Zoey and myself was worth that kind of trouble, I was certain. If I was given the choice to go through it all again, I'd do it all without a change.
Now, my biggest fear was that this would be the end for Zoey Schoenberg and myself.
She said: "Drive me home, would you, Jones?"
"Of course, Ma'am."
"I think maybe I'll need you to try and take my mind off things for a while."
My heart suddenly leapt, and though my hardness was long gone by now, I actually felt a tingling in my loins once again. Drive her home, take her mind off things - even if this was a kind of break-up sex for us, at least I would get one last chance to be with her.
*
It was actually a very pleasant evening, though both of us had that constant undercurrent of nervous energy simmering in the background as we looked ahead to our early morning meeting with the CEO.
On the journey back to her apartment building, we dealt with an outstanding question that had certainly been bugging me, and I saw also had importance to her.
She asked me: "Would you still serve me if I was no longer your boss, Jones?"
"Yes, Ma'am. If you still wanted me."
"And you'd do everything I told you?"
"To the best of my ability."
"And what if I got another job in another city?"
"Then I guess I'd have to move to another city," I said. Sitting there in that car with her, breathing her perfume and a remaining hint of the scent of sex, everything else in my life seemed to pale into insignificance.
"Would you really?" she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"As long as you still wanted me, I'd move in a flash."
She simply nodded at that, but the very fact she was thinking of this issue - of the continuation of our relationship even if the worst happened - gave me some small confidence. That was something to cling to, anyhow.
We drew up in the street outside her apartment, and for a moment once I'd switched the engine off, Zoey merely sat there, lost in contemplation. I felt a knot in my stomach, a question as to whether she'd invite me inside or not.
After a beat, she realized we'd arrived, and locked eyes with me. "Come on then, Jones," she said.
The thrill of accompanying her this far, the prospect of spending the evening with her, seemed to overcome the fear inside me, allowing me to get past the dread of what might happen in the morning. Inside her apartment, Zoey dropped her keys on the kitchen counter, but while she directed me upstairs, she herself remained in the kitchen, dialing a number from her cell phone.
"Hit the shower, Jones," she ordered me as I tentatively climbed the first few steps, unsure of what she wanted of me. "I'll be along once I've got food on the way."
I nodded, and as I scampered upstairs, heard her behind and below me, requesting a large Pepperoni Passion pizza.
While the house had two large bedrooms and a separate bathroom, Zoey's bedroom had a small en suite in which a shower sat in the corner. I assumed this was the one she meant for us, so stripped off and fired up the shower. Zoey wasn't far behind me, and while I waited for the water to warm up, I paused to watch her strip down.
She giggled as she saw me hardening up just from watching her. "You ready to go again?"
"Absolutely," I beamed.
"Not until you've cleaned up, filthy boy," she smirked.
The shower wasn't huge, but it was large enough for the two of us as long as we didn't mind standing close together. Since that was the idea, each of us washing the lingering traces of our coupling from the other, it was plenty of space. The sensation of our naked bodies writhing together, aided by the slippery soap, was heavenly. Smooth skin on smooth skin, hands duty bound to reach every spot, I could explore the contours of her every curve, and she could check out the rest of me, while giggling at the prominent burning pole that stood between us.
The warm water was invigorating flowing over our skins, seemingly carrying our anxiety away with it along with the soap and the grime. By the time we were ready to step out again, our high spirits had returned along with our appetites.
We spent so long in that shower, that as we were stepping out
the doorbell sounded, announcing that our pizza was here.
I moved to put my clothes back on, but Zoey shook her head. "There's no point," she said, gesturing me away as she took my clothes from me.
"Better not let the pizza delivery guy see me like this, though," I suggested.
But she only shrugged and said: "What's he gonna do?"
Zoey handed me a $20 bill she'd placed on the nearest bedside table out in the bedroom. "Go ahead," she said.
I gulped, and did as I was told, my erection wilting as I left her behind in the bedroom and ventured downstairs to approach the front door. As my hand went to the doorknob, I tried to tell myself that pizza delivery guys must see all kinds of strange things all the time. Naked people - and worse. But it was pretty embarrassing.
I looked back towards the stairs, and saw that Zoey was now there, wearing a tight little white t-shirt and pink pleated miniskirt - all clean and innocent, yet with a devilish smile on her pretty face.
The doorbell sounded again. Zoey gestured at me, mouthing the words: "Go on, then!"
I opened the door. Well, perhaps I wouldn't get the chance to demonstrate my obedience to her much longer.
"Pizza, sir?"
I saw the flash of shock on the pizza delivery guy's face as the door swung open, and before he managed to force himself into a neutral expression. Was he obligated by the job to act blasé if a customer showed up in such a humiliating state? If he was, he should have got a bonus.
I tried to remain calm and casual as well, as though this wasn't a big deal for me, as though I was some kind of domestic naturist, like this happened all the time. Under my skin, I was horrified, of course, though after the initial thunderbolt of opening the door and registering my appearance, I started feeling it could have been worse. Had this been a female delivery person, perhaps the authorities would have been alerted.
Closing the door again, pizza in hand, I heard a giggle or two from Zoey's direction.
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